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Who: Rinoa, North, Squall
What: Playing with Angelo
Where: Outside the Garden
When: Wednesday, around lunchtime
Open, incomplete
"Fetch, Angelo!"
Hurling the frisbee with all the force she could muster, Rinoa watched as it caught a gust of wind and went soaring over the sprawling grasses before her. A smile lit her face when her dog barked happily and streaked off after it, the wind rippling his fur and the grass alike. When the frisbee began to descend, Angelo leapt into the air, caught it in his teeth, and landed nimbly back on the grass.
Whooping, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called, "Bring it back!"
Her hair whipped in front of her face, silken black strands tickling her fingers, and when she dropped her hands, she spluttered a little. Angelo was taking his sweet time prancing back, head held high with much dignity. She swore her dog's ego got bigger every time he caught the frisbee.
She didn't have anything pressing to do (big surprise) and she often found herself outside, playing with her dog, under such circumstances. She wasn't allowed far, and it seemed like there was always a watchful eye on her, but no one ever came close enough to actually spend time with her. No one except her handful of friends, anyway, and they were all too busy to roll around in the grass with her and Angelo.
She tried not to be upset about it, but sometimes, she couldn't help it. It just wasn't fair for her to be judged, labeled, and feared for something that wasn't her fault. No one ever looked at it her way, though. It left her very lonely, and sometimes quite cranky.
Scowling, she muttered, "Even my good days get spoiled..."
As if sensing her displeasure, Angelo picked up his pace and dropped the frisbee at her feet, butting his head against her legs. Sinking to her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to the top of his head, finding comfort in the coarse fur.
"Why's it have to be like this, Angelo? It's not fair." She sighed, and Angelo licked her cheek. Against her will, a smile surfaced. "You're not going to let me sulk, are you? Fine then."
Switching positions quickly, Rinoa tackled her dog, and broke into wild laughter when he rolled on top of her. They went tumbling across the grass, wrestling playfully, the frisbee forgotten.
She probably looked just as insane as half the Garden thought she was.
What: Playing with Angelo
Where: Outside the Garden
When: Wednesday, around lunchtime
Open, incomplete
"Fetch, Angelo!"
Hurling the frisbee with all the force she could muster, Rinoa watched as it caught a gust of wind and went soaring over the sprawling grasses before her. A smile lit her face when her dog barked happily and streaked off after it, the wind rippling his fur and the grass alike. When the frisbee began to descend, Angelo leapt into the air, caught it in his teeth, and landed nimbly back on the grass.
Whooping, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called, "Bring it back!"
Her hair whipped in front of her face, silken black strands tickling her fingers, and when she dropped her hands, she spluttered a little. Angelo was taking his sweet time prancing back, head held high with much dignity. She swore her dog's ego got bigger every time he caught the frisbee.
She didn't have anything pressing to do (big surprise) and she often found herself outside, playing with her dog, under such circumstances. She wasn't allowed far, and it seemed like there was always a watchful eye on her, but no one ever came close enough to actually spend time with her. No one except her handful of friends, anyway, and they were all too busy to roll around in the grass with her and Angelo.
She tried not to be upset about it, but sometimes, she couldn't help it. It just wasn't fair for her to be judged, labeled, and feared for something that wasn't her fault. No one ever looked at it her way, though. It left her very lonely, and sometimes quite cranky.
Scowling, she muttered, "Even my good days get spoiled..."
As if sensing her displeasure, Angelo picked up his pace and dropped the frisbee at her feet, butting his head against her legs. Sinking to her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to the top of his head, finding comfort in the coarse fur.
"Why's it have to be like this, Angelo? It's not fair." She sighed, and Angelo licked her cheek. Against her will, a smile surfaced. "You're not going to let me sulk, are you? Fine then."
Switching positions quickly, Rinoa tackled her dog, and broke into wild laughter when he rolled on top of her. They went tumbling across the grass, wrestling playfully, the frisbee forgotten.
She probably looked just as insane as half the Garden thought she was.